You can go ahead and have a seat.” “Thanks.” I sit down in a chair by the window. It’s a comfortable room, more like a den than a visitation room in a detention facility, cheerful even. There are pictures taped to the walls that I assume are drawings or pages torn from coloring books and sent in by inmates’ children. It’s a nice touch to an already nice room. The door opens and as soon as she sees me, Adele glares at me from the corner of her eye. “What the hell are you doing here?” Keeping my face passive and my voice calm, I give her a tiny smile. “I just came to talk to you, that’s all. I have some things I need to say to you.” She sits down across from me warily, and I understand her hesitation. With no idea what I want, she probably thinks I want to blast her again. “What could you possibly want to say to me except to give me a hard time? Don’t you think I’ve got enough of that around here?” She just continues to stare at me, then drops her gaze to her hands in her lap.
